Chapter 1508: Crying Blood Demon Saint

The extremely chilling voice, as soon as it was uttered, brought an inexplicable shock to several people. It sounded like a mournful wail, yet when combined with such a cold and somber tone, it instilled dread while also imbuing listeners with a strange sadness.

Xiaohua immediately had a new thought: "Perhaps the soul at the end of this boundless sea of blood and abyss is also a lost being with an unknown, desolate past."

At the same moment, Xu Yang and the others had already set off from Mirror Heart Lake. However, the closer they got to this area, the heavier the bloody stench permeating the air became.

"Master, you may not know this," someone said, "that Demon Saint named Crying Blood is a very peculiar individual. Not only is he incredibly powerful, but he also seems to harbor deep animosity towards the demon race itself."

Xu Yang nodded gently upon hearing this. "It's alright," he said. "Any soul able to survive hundreds of thousands of years in such a humiliated state is bound to harbor powerful resentment deep within. Otherwise, the so-called 'Calamity of a Thousand Years' would be meaningless. Let's quicken our pace and meet up with them as soon as possible!"

At that moment, Xiaohua was already impatient to uncover the mystery of this powerful figure, as a brilliant golden light quickly emerged before her.

Xiaohua, stepping on golden footprints, rapidly advanced across the void towards the deepest reaches of the abyss, where mountains of corpses and seas of blood lay everywhere. As she continued to delve deeper into the so-called boundless sea of blood, the soul warning was released repeatedly.

However, a powerful mental pressure alone seemed insufficient to deter Xiaohua's determined advance, as she was, after all, the most powerful among Xu Yang's four-person team.

Even Long Kun, who had now mastered the full power of the stars, would have to exert considerable effort to truly defeat Xiaohua.

More importantly, Xiaohua was the earliest among Xu Yang's four to reach the Divine Realm within the ancient cultivation system of the ancestral continent, hundreds of thousands of years ago. Her spiritual realm and soul strength, developed over an immense period, were simply not something this Demon Saint, who had slaughtered countless fellow demons, could easily overcome.

As expected, as Xiaohua drew closer to his abyssal territory, this Demon Saint-level expert, hidden deep within the bloodshed and sin, finally realized that some significant figures had likely arrived in his domain this time. No longer hiding or lurking, he transformed into a black light, instantly left the depths of his abyss, and manifested his complete true form.

The outline of this being was very strange. From head to toe, he was composed of a special, ink-black energy body. Even his facial features could not be discerned clearly, making it impossible to tell what type of demon race life form he had evolved from.

In short, he gave off a mysterious yet terrifying impression. The black entity, over two meters tall with his hands clasped behind his back, showed no discernible facial features, making it impossible to gauge his emotional state.

However, when his hoarse voice spoke again, Xiaohua also halted her advance.

"Your Excellency's strength is formidable, and you wield the power of light," the entity said. "You must be a mysterious expert from the ancient epoch of the main continent's civilization. May I ask, what brings an existence of your caliber to Kunlun Abyss this time?"

The slight curve of Xiaohua's lips showed that she maintained a relatively peaceful mindset while facing this being, and had no intention of immediately striking with force.

After all, Xiaohua was a person of quite stable temperament. She clearly knew why her team had come to this place and understood their objective, thus she wouldn't panic when encountering unusual situations or make decisions that would make the situation uncontrollable.

"You need not be hostile towards me," Xiaohua stated. "We are not here to challenge your authority. Instead, we intend to discuss with you how to create a better future for all the myriad demons within Kunlun Abyss. To achieve this, we must find an opportunity to negotiate with the human race of the Kunlun Divine Dao, specifically the rulers of the Six Great Royal Clans. We will demand that they abolish the cruel torture of binding human souls to beast souls, thereby fundamentally resolving the conflict between humans and demons. If this objective can be achieved, then the so-called 'Calamity of a Thousand Years' will cease to exist, and humans and demons will be able to coexist peacefully forever within the Kunlun Divine Dao."

The black energy body paused for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into an incredibly wild and unrestrained laugh.

"How could the conflict between humans and demons be resolved simply by you moving your lips and wagging your tongue?" he scoffed. "If it were truly that easy, this cycle, repeating hundreds of times over the so-called millennium, would have been suppressed long ago amidst cries of resistance. Don't you think what you're saying is utterly ridiculous?"

Xiaohua scoffed. "Where there is oppression, there is bound to be resistance. That past resistors did not succeed does not mean that new leaders capable of making the resistance successful will not emerge in the future. What you need to do now is give me your true inner stance. If you also decide to support the demon race in winning this struggle, then state your position. If you don't wish to interfere and prefer to continue playing the role of a shrinking turtle, we naturally won't force you."

As Xiaohua finished speaking, Long Kun and others behind her had already brought forth the younger generation and "Heaven's Chosen" talents from two of the six great royal clans, who now appeared.

When he saw the young disciples of the Misty Rain Royal Clan, the black entity did not show excessive emotional agitation. However, when he saw the young individuals from the Xuanyuan Royal Clan behind them, he could no longer maintain his composure.

Piercing gazes suddenly shot forth without warning, directly locking onto the young disciples of the Xuanyuan Royal Clan. The sudden feeling of suffocation immediately overwhelmed these young masters of the Xuanyuan Royal Clan, making them gasp for breath.

After all, this being before them was a Demon Saint, known as Crying Blood! How could these inexperienced youngsters possibly contend with him?

"Demon Saint Your Excellency, what kind of posture is this?" Ling Yao exclaimed. "Is a grand Demon Saint truly going to bully these young juniors?"

Ling Yao was the first to be unable to tolerate it. She was about to personally intervene and disrupt the spiritual energy aura that Demon Saint Crying Blood had locked onto these young Xuanyuan Royal Clan juniors.

However, she was stopped by Long Kun beside her. Indeed, Long Kun had already discerned that the Demon Saint had no intention of killing these young people; his actions were merely a very special form of probing. What his specific objective was, however, remained unclear to everyone.

As expected, this state of suppression did not last long. Soon, Demon Saint Crying Blood ceased his probing action, and his gaze returned to Xiaohua.